It's 5am on a Saturday morning as I click send and upload today's update. Usually at this time on a Saturday morning I'd be fast asleep, my stomach full of last night's beer and the prospect of a trip to watch football to look forward in the afternoon. All I've to look forward to today however is a long. tedious 12 hour shift at work. Overtime is needed to help pay the bills, so with a heavy heart (and a bag full of punk cds to help pass the time) I bid you all farewell and head to the car.
Nice chap that I am though, I leave you with a song (and an appropriate one which ties in nicely with my story of woe from above). Guttermouth were formed in 1998 in Huntington Beach, California and are famed for their irreverent humour and catchy pop punk platters, their couldn't give a fuck attitude even saw them once chucked off the Warped Tour. Whilst we haven't had a new studio album from them since 2006 they're still gigging regularly (in fact they're on the road thoughout this month). So from their last album, Shave The Planet, this is currently the story of my life, it's called God, Steve McQueen 'The Work Song'......
Well, I swing this hammer from 9 to 5
Been workin' for the man just to stay alive
W-O-R-K is how I spell work
Feel depressed, I miss my family
Maybe if I work long then I'll feel just fine
Haven't smoked in a week
My back is kinda tweaked
Give me work, give me pride, give me loads of overtime
Work, work, work, work, work, work, work
Well, I work all day and drink all night
We fight all morning 'til we get it right
Then, we go to school to be a journeyman
My mother works, my father works
My brother works and now I work
That's all I do is work, work, work, work, work
Lots of pride I get from work
Dad says real men have to work
A union man gets lots of pride from work
In the bailing fields or on the farm
I've only got a tan on half of my arm
I work real quick when you hit me with a whip
Give me work, give me pride, give me loads of overtime
Work, work, work, work, work, work, work
Well, I work all day and drink all night
We fight all morning 'til we get it right
Then, we go to school to be a journeyman
My mother works, my father works
My brother works and now I work
I love to work, work, work, work, work, work
America
A country carried on the back of the working man
A man with fire in his eyes and steel in his belly
A man who could build anything
Like a chair or a table, or he can fix a car, or he can fix a radiator
Without him you wouldn't be able to drive to work
And then you wouldn't be able to work
And no one would go to work 'cause
Work, work, work, work, work, work, work
Well, I work all day and drink all night
We fight all morning 'til we get it right
Then, we go to school to be a journeyman
My mother works, my father works
My brother works and now I work
I love to work, work, work, work, work, work
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